Gianna Michaels & Sara Jay’s strap-on Affair

Title: “Curvy Affair: Gianna Michaels & Sara Jay’s strap-on Seduction”

In the sultry heat of the bedroom, a battle of the busty vixens was about to commence. Gianna Michaels, the busty blonde bombshell, lounged on the bed in a sheer negligee that barely contained her ginormous fake tits. Her Body was an exquisite hourglass figure, with curves that could make a skeleton Stop and stare. Across from her, the exotic Sara Jay – a brunette MILF with an ass as big as her personality. Her rack was every bit as impressive, a natural marvel that defied gravity. Both women oozed raw sexuality, a promise of pleasure beyond compare.

Gianna stretched languidly, her massive melons threatening to spill out of her compromising lingerie. “So, Sara,” she purred, “you finally ready to give in to temptation?” Sara smirked, her round rump cheeks clapping together as she climbed onto the bed. She crawled over to Gianna, teeth bared in a hungry grin. Her ample bosom swayed hypnotically with each movement.

“I’ve been ready, babe,” Sara growled, her pussy already aching for that famous strap-on Gianna was known far and wide for. The brunette captured Gianna’s lips in a searing kiss, tongue plundering the blonde’s mouth. There was no gentleness, only a fierce, animalistic need. Hands groped at tits, pinching and tugging, greedy for more of the soft flesh.

Gianna moaned into the kiss, her huge breasts heaving against Sara’s. They tumbled back onto the bed, a tangle of limbs and gasps of ecstasy. Gianna’s fingers found Sara’s dripping slit, stroking and teasing, before plunging deep inside. Sara screamed her pleasure, hips bucking off the bed as Gianna fingered her furiously.

The blonde sucked on Sara’s nipples, worshiping the natural jugs, before moving lower. When her tongue lapped at the wet heat between Sara’s thighs, the brunette nearly lost her mind. “Fuck yeah, eat that pussy!” she cried out, big ass gyrating against Gianna’s face. The blonde smirked, lapping at Sara’s clit before diving in for more, tongue-fucking her MILF’s juicy cunt.

Sara’s pleasure mounts, the pressure building inside her. “I’m gonna cum!” she sobs, juices flowing freely. Gianna doesn’t let up, swallowing every drop. When Sara’s orgasm crashes over her, she practically howls, back arching as ecstasy floods every nerve ending.

While Sara comes down, Gianna retrieves her strap-on from under the pillow. The massive silicone dick looks almost obscene, and Sara’s eyes widen. “Damn, girl,” she breathes, “you weren’t kidding about the size.” Gianna just smirks and strokes the fake cock, getting it nice and slick.

She wastes no time in flipping Sara onto her hands and knees. That delicious rump quivers and jiggles, begging to be pounded. Gianna positions herself behind it, rubbing the head of her strap-on between Sara’s cheeks before slamming forward, the monster cock spearing into the MILF’s dripping snatch.

“Holy Shit!” Sara wails, eyes rolling back as Gianna begins to pound her ruthlessly. There was nothing gentle about Gianna’s thrusts, slamming into the brunette’s cunt with the force of a jackhammer. Sara could do nothing but take it, huge fake tits swaying under her as the blonde MILF claimed her.

The obscene sounds of wet fucking filled the room, punctuated by Sara’s screams. Gianna grabbed a fistful of Sara’s hair, using it as leverage as she pounded into her. The grip on her locks sent jolts of pain/pleasure through Sara’s body and she could feel another orgasm rushing to the surface.

“Cum for me, bitch,” Gianna growled, hand snaking around to rub Sara’s clit in time with her thrusts, “Cum on this fat strap-on!” Sara barely had time to say “fuck!” before her second orgasm crashed into her, her pussy clenching and fluttering around the massive dick inside.

Gianna gave a few more sharp thrusts before letting out a guttural moan, her hips jerking as she came hard. Spurt after spurt of cool “cum” filled Sara as she collapsed under Gianna’s weight, drenched in sweat and bliss.

For a long while afterwards, the only sound was heavy breathing and satiated moans. Gianna peeled herself off of Sara, the strap-on slipping out of the brunette with a wet “pop.” Sara rolled onto her back, looking thoroughly ravished. Gianna discarded the strap-on, moving to spoon her conquest, tits nestling in the crack of Sara’s juicy ass.

“I think… we’ll be doing that again,” Sara panted, reaching back to fondle Gianna’s still-turgid thigh. Gianna just chuckled and nuzzled Sara’s neck possessively. This was only the beginning of their many strap-on fueled trysts to come.